Believe me, it is not easy. I am struggling to survive each day with a smile. But I dare say that I am not as weak as I think, because every time when something in me tells me that it will be the end of me, I happen to be the end of it.
“I was never educated because I began working when I was a child. I was always envious of the boys who got to wear uniforms and go to school. This is her first month of school. She comes home and tells me exactly what happened, everyday. I love it. If I’m not home for a few days, she’ll save up all her stories, then tell them to me all at once.”
i cant believe themyscira is not a thing and i can’t go there bc for real just imagine livin in a paradise island full of intelligent warrior women only???? imagine not having to put up with men’s nonsense, ever in ur life???? i honestly think about it at least once a day after witnessing men being the absolute Worst™
“Dammit, Y/N! Don’t you dare hang up the phone! What the hell do you mean?!” Dean paced around his motel room, running his fingers through his hair continuously. They had just wrapped up a case in Nebraska, and was planning on visiting Bobby for some down time. Sam reminded his older brother that they haven’t seen Y/N in over several months, and he had been missing her.
“I understand, Dean,” she answered vaguely. Dean’s heart was thumping against his chest, as he tried to understand her message.
“What- What is it, sweetheart? What do you understand?” He started throwing clothes into his duffel bag, knocking on the bathroom door where Sam was currently showering.
“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.” With that, she hung up.
“Y/N? Y/N?” Dean shouted into the phone, knowing that it would be futile. “Fuck.” He hung up his phone, and knocked louder against the bathroom door. “Sam! Get your ass out here.”
Sam opened the door with only his jeans, his face lined with annoyance. “The fuck Dean?”
“We’re leaving NOW!”
“What’s going on? Did you talk to Y/N?” Sam quickly put on his shirt, seeing the gravity of the situation in Dean’s eyes.
“Yea, but she kept saying things,” Dean answered vaguely, shaking his head as he continued to pack their stuff.
“What did she say?”
“She kept saying how she understands- how she knows that we needed each other, but we don’t need her.”
Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why makes her think that? She knows we love her.”
“I have a bad feeling about this, Sam. C’mon.”
Both brothers made their way to Bobby’s house with tension between them. The four-hour trip only lasting 3 hours with Dean’s driving. Nothing else had been said. Nothing else needed to be said. Not until they find Y/N, hopefully alive.
wheres jungkook manliness (concept like Dope) nowadays i just really want a jungkook manily concept ugghh (cry's in fangirl language) i feel like us jungkook biased fans and jimin would REALLLY (wiggles eyebrows) appreciate it♥i think we can all agree jimin dies for jungkook manliness or i am not a bts fanatic <3i need it NOW gimme it PLEASSSSSSSSSSSE bts compnay cordis people who control thier mv concept SOMEONE SOMTHING helpahhhurggh